I've had mixed comments regarding the Butters thing, but I think I'll try it again. Writing Stan is just my comfort zone, lol. I think I'll have a go at Bebe in a couple chapters. I've never written from a girl's perspective before.

Also, you guys. Hit me up on Twitter. My name there is the same as it is here. Aceplease. Go.

Dude, fuck Shelley, seriously.

You know how ridiculously impressionable my dad is? Like, if you talk to him about something he'll immediately take your side and genuinely agree with it, because he's just so easily influenced.

And Shelley stirred up the raging redneck homophobe inside of him that my mom worked so hard to get rid of. At least she's supportive of her own son – hell; she was more than satisfied during the metrosexual phase we all went through – which is more than I can say for my own father.

It's kind of pathetic.

Shelley's been calling me a fag and going on about how I'm not going to give my parents any grandchildren, how I'll probably get an STD or whatever. You know, just fucking bullshit that would piss anyone off, let alone an actual gay person.

And then my parents had this fight. And my dad was like, "Sharon, it's just a phase! We'll find him a nice white girlfriend and he'll forget all about the Broflovskis' son!"

And so my mom was all, "God damn it, Randy, can't you be just a little supportive? Kyle's a good boy; we've known him for years! He comes from a good family and he makes Stanley happy." And like, a bunch of really nice stuff defending me. I love my mom.

And I know my dad does too, but that didn't stop him from leaving a few hours ago. He might have gone to the bar or to Uncle Jimbo's, I don't know. Whatever.

Kyle came over to calm me down. I mean, I wasn't freaking out or anything but I was just kind of like, what the fuck. Because when your dad hates something about you that you can't really help, it hurts. It hurts a lot, especially when it's been inflicted by your own sister.

Shelley called Kyle a queer when he passed her room on the way to mine. He gave her the finger without making eye contact. He doesn't let that shit get to him, and I'm jealous.

"Is everything okay?" Was the first thing he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, and I meant it. My dad's antics don't regularly bother me, because I know that he goes through more phases than anyone. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't prefer not to face prejudices in my own fucking home.

Whatever.

"I was with Butters where you called, dude." Kyle told me. He laid down on my bed and put his head on my chest. "He cried for like, half an hour. Couldn't even talk. It was so sad."

Kyle's compassion really is adorable. It kills me.

"He thought he was so important to Kenny, but every time he sees him with Bebe that special feeling is just crushed. He feels betrayed by Kenny, like he's lying to him when he's with him. You know?"

"Yeah," I commented simply. I really couldn't think of anything else to say, because I don't talk to Butters much myself. I feel bad, but with Kenny, there's not much you can do other than let him run his course. High school relationships rarely last (knock on wood), especially shallow not-even-relationships like Kenny and Bebe's.

But I want to last with Kyle. And I'm sure that we will, because we get along so well. We can transition from best friends to boyfriends in seconds, and it's awesome. Too awesome.

Awesome like the kind of dream you don't want to wake up from, you know? And like, when you do wake up, you try to go back to sleep to finish the dream – but you can't. So you just kind of lie there and finish it consciously, but it's never as good as it should be.

I don't want it to be like that.

I don't know where I want to go with this. I know what to do with the Kenny-Bebe-Butters thing, but the rest of it seems so shallow and fail. Help.

I NEED IDEAS, YOU GUYS. I'M SERIOUSLY.